Cocoon

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Studio P. Delbo – Le papillon de tulle, Paris 1930, posted on Ravenous Butterflies, Facebook

 

I wonder if there is pain
for the butterfly as her wings
unfurl from her cocoon

Time spent preparing to be,
harbored within forming
her patterns, does she discover
her ability to fly
through the pain of letting go

Her place no longer on the planet,
feet tenderly alight
in temporary rest
held in promises,
she tears through the
wrapping that binds her
leaving behind an
empty carcass

Her wings stretch wide
under Divine’s precious gaze,
colors deepen in Light
rich in her own voice

In her new-born flight
she finds strength,
discovers
her beauty

In the gift entrusted
she soars in praise
of her spring awakening